[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

When Zhao Rongchi went back, there was only one very dim light turned on at home, and he was carrying a bag of medicine in his hand, for those who had a cold and fever, and for miscellaneous things.His steps were very light, and his heart beat rapidly when he saw Huo Zhi sitting on the sofa.

"Is Xiao Lin okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" He glanced around and coughed slightly, "The medicine is here."

"Fortunately, the fever has subsided a lot, let's put the medicine on, he has already fallen asleep, and he will take it every day."

Huo Zhi said lightly, Zhao Rongchi said dryly, and then put the medicine on the table. He stood there hesitantly, wanting to sit next to Huo Zhi, his legs seemed to be filled with lead again. He was nailed to the spot, just like a primary school student who was punished by the teacher for doing something wrong, just stood there and watched Huo Zhi secretly.

The atmosphere is a bit strange, and there is a fresh mint smell in the air, mixed with the imperceptible smell of alcohol.

In order to cover the smell of alcohol and perfume on his body, Zhao Rongchi's mouth was already numb from the stimulation of mints.

"Xiaozhi..."

"It's so late, go wash and sleep."

Huo Zhi broke the silence, he was still a little unsteady when he stood up, the tiredness on his face made Zhao Rongchi's heart feel like being pulled.

"Why is your face so white?"

Huo Zhi supported his temples and shook his head, "It's okay, I was too anxious to take care of Xiaolin just now, just sleep."

Zhao Rongchi hugged his shoulders and leaned against himself. After a while, he thought of the alcohol smell on his body, hesitated for a moment, and moved away calmly.Huo Zhi pursed his white lips up and down, and broke away from Zhao Rongchi's embrace.

"I can walk by myself, and you should rest early."

Zhao Rongchi was choked up for a moment, and his hands were empty.

"Would you like... to sleep with me? Your complexion is so bad, I can still know if you feel unwell in the middle of the night."

This reason is a bit ridiculous, Zhao Rongchi said intermittently, paying attention to Huo Zhi's emotions nervously, God knows why he is so nervous, he has done all the intimate things with Huo Zhi, but now he just wants the simplest one In the same bed, he was worried that Huo Zhi might have misunderstood him and would reject him...

But fortunately, Huo Zhi did not refuse.

After taking a shower, Zhao Rongchi still felt a faint smell of alcohol on his body. A spacious double bed was forcibly split into two parts. The two men slept on each side. Zhao Rongchi's mind was in a mess. Did Zhi hear the boy's voice? After a while, he wondered if Huo Zhi knew why he was still so calm, should he explain something?But if Huo Zhi didn't hear it, wouldn't the explanation get darker and darker...

Amidst the messy speculations in his head, Zhao Rongchi fell into a dream. He dreamed of a very strange scene, eyes that were always full of dependence and love for him——the eyes from Huo Zhi, but he turned his head and saw that he was surrounded by ice-cold and loving eyes. He was running, and Huo Zhi was walking slowly, but he couldn't catch up with the young man who seemed to be within reach. He was pulled by a strange force behind him. He turned his head, and a seemingly Lin Qiuci, who seemed to be Fang Yu, grabbed his waist and smiled at him twistedly. He couldn't break free from that force. No matter how much he shouted, Huo Zhi was walking farther and farther away, and then left forever out of his sight.

When he woke up, Zhao Rongchi was staring at the ceiling blankly, his heart rate was accelerating like never before, and in fear, he wiped his face, which was lightly wet, and then he seemed to have realized something, turned his head, that should have been lying down The place where someone was sitting was spotlessly clean, the cold temperature seemed to tell him that that person had never been here, but he still clearly remembered the clear and gentle voice of Huo Zhi saying good night to him last night.

Dreams and reality are chaotic and intertwined, distorted and unclear.

Huo Zhi...where did he go?

In the cafe on the corner, Huo Zhi was sitting there elegantly reading a magazine. The warm morning sun shone through the window on the tall and slender body of the young man, causing many people to stop and stare, slightly dazed.

In the absence of others, he doesn't need to pretend anymore.

"Host, Zhao Rongchi is out looking for you, and he will probably find you here in 10 minutes."

Huo Zhi took a sip of coffee, "Ten minutes is enough."

The system murmured, "The favorability has reached 90..."

"Good feeling?"

"That's the extent of Zhao Rongchi's love for the host."

Huo Zhi paused when he turned the page, "You don't seem to have mentioned this before."

The system hahad twice with guilt, "After all, the host is so powerful, such data is also dispensable."

In fact, he enjoyed watching the theater so much that he completely forgot about it...

Huo Zhi raised the corners of his mouth, and he was right.

He believed in his own feelings more than the system's data.

The magazine in his hand gradually turned to the bottom, Huo Zhi put down the coffee in his hand, and when he raised his head, he met the young man who had just walked into the cafe. His appearance was still as cute as ever, sunny, but slightly blue But his eyes were enough to tell Huo Zhi that he was not doing well, which made him couldn't help but smile.

The young man's gaze was fixed on the calm and unhurried Huo Zhi. He also smiled, but it was slightly twisted and ferocious. The dimples on his cheeks were full of resentment. Huo Zhi waved at him, as if treating an old acquaintance. nature.

"Long time no see, Lin Qiuci—or Fang Yu."